#32117

[leomacgivena]

前に法事で回らないお寿司屋さん行った時に「サーモンありますか」って言ったら「ウチは老舗だからそういうのはないんだよね、サーモンとかそういうのは回る方のお店に任せてるからｗ」って返されて親族一同の前で恥をかくっていうイベントがあってさ、それ以来ぜんぶの回らない寿司屋逆恨みしてる

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[quarkmaster]

32117

Aaron Deleon

[anthonychristopherart]

tuesday

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[cashcrush]

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[doingitfortherush]

Tried a new coffee place and took a stop to see the shameless house. That's what I call a successful day

[unrealryanross]

THIS IS A PSA

what the shit i love of mice and men okay thanks for listening

[millennialsighs-blog]

I don’t know what to do. Nor what to say. Nor how to behave...

What’s the first thing to say to a person who you’ve been talking to for weeks but have never met personally? Will “hi” be too boring and too predictable? Or maybe I could make a remarkably witty statement about his love for romantic movies? Or will it be too cheesy? How do you even do it?

But first, I have to lie to my friends that I’ll be meeting some friend for lunch which is why I cant go with them. I dont think they find me suspicious. You could tell a lot about a person by the way they say things and the way they look at you. And I could tell they believed me. So I went....

I was “borrowing” his Nursery Rhymes CD that I “needed” for internship, that’s why we both agreed to meet. I know, it was a lame excuse. And he probably knows that too. It’s been a while since we’ve been “talking” to each other and all I have in my head is this hypothetical person who loves cheesy movies and hates to hear cussing. It’s time.

I told him we’d meet at the library. Funny, because that’s where I always wanted to meet a guy while I am busy reading my favorite book and he’ll go straight at me and ask me about my favorite line in the book and he’d tell me his. So maybe I forced it to “happen”? Perhaps, you’re right, I’m a cheesy, romantic person too. Is that bad?

We agreed to meet at 12 noon for lunch but not inside the library, only at the benches outside. And I was too early because we were dismissed from my class earlier than expected. It’s okay though. I needed those extra time to stop myself from pacing and fidgeting. I spent a lot of time deciding in front of the mirror whether or not I should pull my hair up or let it settle down on my shoulders. But we have an April sun which means letting my hair down means a welcome song for sweat to drip out from my pores. That wouldnt be a good way of meeting someone for the first time, I guess? But then again, FOREHEAD. I never liked my forehead. They say I got it from my father. They say big forehead correlates to higher IQ. That one may be correct, but will people see me as a smart person or a person with a hideously huge forehead? I think it’s the latter. But whatever, let him have a taste of the real me with this hideous forehead. So I put on some powder on my face to wipe out the oils I managed to collect. And patiently waited on the bench.

I was fidgeting. I look at every person walking towards me and feel a tingle in my spine. I feel like I’m going to poop any minute. The tension rising as time goes thinner. I’m getting dizzy trying to look to the left to right to left again to see if he’s there but I decided that I dont want to look too expectant so I tried so hard to seem oblivious and chill but deep inside my heart and my lungs are racing. My stomach turns like a rusty washing machine. I forced myself to just glance at the door in front of me and look like I was observing people but I was really staring blankly at space and feeling the tension build up. Suddenly, I saw a shadow right in front of me. A blurred shadow. I waited for my pupils to accommodate from staring far from space to looking at the guy wearing a striped green polo shirt facing me. My heart stopped. My lungs silenced. I looked up.